Friday Cat Blogging: In the Dark Edition

Like any two inmates confined to the same cell for 17 formative years, Daria and I developed some inside jokes.

Tata: Is your refrigerator running?
Daria: Yes!
Tata: You better go catch it!

That's a whole phone conversation right there, complete with funny voices and a crank call script pre-dating the Hoover Dam. I didn't identify myself or say goodbye. Funny, yeah. As years passed, the humor was still lost on other people, like Daria's mother-in-law Annette when I didn't realize Daria had left the kids with Annette one afternoon and selfishly went about using that free will thing.

Tata: Do you take peeektures? Well, geeeve them back!
Annette: WHO IS THIS?
Tata: Nobody!
Annette: Why are you calling here? Don't call here!
Tata: I've already called here! What do I do now?
Annette: Hang up and don't call here again!
Tata: I can't!

That night, when I explained to my sister that I was the afternoon's terrifying entertainment, Daria had to lie down to laugh hard enough. I am also a crappy photographer, because these kittens are heart-stoppingly cute. Here they look like dustbunnies, if heart-stoppingly cute dustbunnies I fight the urge to vacuum.

I took this picture and half a dozen unimaginably inferior pictures in the dark, where I knew pussycats were with my Extrasensory Kitten Perception. You can't tell from this image but Drusy on the left has green eyes like sunlit moss. On the right, Topaz has eyes the color of new pennies. You can't tell this because the paint behind them is - unofficially - like a suede coat on a handsome man and not pink in the least, no. I wouldn't paint anything pink. Or anybody.